Frustration

Oh, Ah'm so sick o' the sink!
It's a monster I just can't abide.
It's won't go away, it's there ivvery day,
An' Ah'm stuck there like a stamp ter the side.

An' when we go out for the day,
Ah come back all happy an' gay!
Then they yell fer tea, an' go an sit dahn,
so it's me ter't sink, an can't ger away.

Ah dream of the Himalayas,
Picture the sun on the rocks,
Then Ah go ter the foot of the stairs
An the avalanche fails - it's all socks!

Ah think Ah'll watch the TV -
Emmerdale Farm, so Ah think -
But just fer a change, what do Ah see?
A new powder fer cleanin' t'sink!

At Christmas wi eat an' wi drink,
Ah'v got a big smile on mi face,
'Till Ah see t'sink, full ter the brink,
Wi'v used ivvery pot in the place!

Ours is white - like that mint wi thi 'ole -
In it sits my washin' up bowl.
It's a beautiful blue, when it's not full o' spuds,
Or Ah'm up ter mi elbow in suds!

One day when Ah fade away,
If Ah go up ter them pearly gates,
Ah just 'ope an' pray that Peter will say:
"Up 'ere wi use paper plates!"